Post by Zeek on Dec 7, 2008 21:33:59 GMT -5
Name:
Vash ~Shadowfang~
Gender:
Male
Age:
Four years old.
Alliance:
Rouge
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
No Blood
Appearance:
He has a sleek body despite his long bushy fur. He is built for speed, agility, and acrobatics. He is mediocre in strength, but he makes up for it with his talent in reading opponents and responding accordingly. His ears stand up straight upon his head, he has no illusions as to who he is. He is not some dog, with floppy ears...a ridiculous nose... He values his body, the elegant stature of a wolf.
His features are streamlined, they seemed almost as if someone had chosen him specifically above all others and had perfected his body in every way... Or at least the ways that mattered to 'Shadowfang'. He cares not for others' opinions on his body, and will only receive compliments from others. He will not thank anyone who comments on how well he looks.
His tail is long as it is thick. His perfectly proportioned tail gives him the advantage of balance in battle. Among other things...
He is built to run, to sneak, and to stand his ground. His reflexes are quick and give him an edge.
His appearance is just as mysterious as he is. He is black, like the shadows he sticks to and holds so dear to his heart. He can often be lost amoungst the black of night, disappearing from sight without a trace.
His eyes however...are ruby and they stand out in the dark, no matter how much he tries to hide them. The glow can be seen clearly as he hides in the shadows. It is an ominous glare, and not many have dared face him...at least not when he was feeling...'hostile'...
He is still hard to spot despite this, and will often resort to hiding to avoid fights and even to hunt. He does not get along well with other wolves... He might one day...but that would take something special...
Personality:
The mental state of Vash is hard to decipher. His mindset closely relates to an intelligent, witty creature. But there are other parts to him as well. He knows about what he calls the 'hidden secrets behind life'. He believes he can see the ugly things that 'beautiful life' tries to cover with sweet things. A prime example of this is his ability to detect if someone is lying. He sees what is behind the words of another, not just what they are saying. He holds no other mind other than his own to be trustworthy, and sometimes not even his own. If he ever had a mate, he might change...but it is still in question. He manipulates...he decieves...he finds ways around things. He knows what to do in nearly every situation, which helps him out well in battle. This is also why he has self-proclaimed himself as 'Shadowfang'.
Roguish. Not to be confused with skittish. He doesn't like being around people, but he isn't shy. He has no quarrels with attacking someone for no reason other then just him feeling like ripping into the other wolf.
He has a devious personality and will try to either make things work in his favor or in no-ones'... He does not concede easy and will not go down without a fight. He enjoys the blood and pain of others and relishes fights.
But rumor has it that there is something behind his cruelty. A kind caring side...It is hard to believe, but it is a hope. There are some that say if there was ever a wolf that could get at his heart, that he would collapse as a great crumbling wall. He wouldn't be able to stand against such an....attack...such a kind gesture. It could also be for opposite intentions of course, but Shadowfang would expect that..he would see it behind the other's actions.
For now...until someone is able to break into that ironclad defense, he remains resolute.
History:
What is a pack? Shadowfang never had a pack. He never cared for others, not even his own parents, the nuisances that they were... He had left when he was only a few months old, tired of following his non-understanding parents' oppressive rules.
He ran off into the wilderness and began his mock trial to get his body into a form and shape that he admired. Many long days were spent doing heinous exercises such as running back and forth as fast as he could for longer then his body would let him. He strained his muscles and tendons with his vigorous exercises until he went well beyond his limits. He went at it again again, stopping only to hunt and to take brief hour naps. He finished his training nearly 3 and a half years later, upon which he was so tuned to the constant wear on his body that he didn't need to rest.
He still does rest, but it is by his choice, he needs not sleep because he is tired. Night or day does not matter to him. He prefers the night, it has held more comfort for him than the burning sun.
He is ready to take on whatever the world throws at him and he will face it with a smile...and blood-lust.
Auditioning Post:
"Come on Vash...be reasonable...What am I asking you? You just have to come with us to see..."
Vash snarled at his mother, clearly displeased with her decision. Cutting her off, he finished her sentence, "I don't want too see the other imbeciles...Isn't it enough that I have to deal with you two?"
"That will be enough! You will do what you are told!" growled his father, a conceited bastard if Shadowfang had ever seen one...
Yes...he had already begun to name himself what he was known for, sneaking around like an assassin. He cared not for the musings of his 'father', the very thought of the brute brought a bitter taste to his mouth.
Shadowfang laughed, "You have no control over me...Get away from me you old decrepit fiend, I don't need your pity words..." He grinned maliciously at his father.
His mother attempted an intervention... "Vash..please, you're just a pup, there's no reason for..."
"THERE'S EVERY REASON FOR MY WITHDRAWAL FROM THIS HELL!" Shadowfang cut her off. "Why would I further incline myself to endure this abuse you've put me through?!" he demanded.
"We've put you through no such trials!" his mother cried out.
"Lies! You lie through your smiling maw! I will have nothing to do with this family any more!" He turned from his hated parents and fled, running as fast as he could away from there.
His father managed to catch up to him and knock him to the ground however, pinning him there. "You will go nowhere! Have you no care for this family?! We raised you better than that!"
"You raised me to hate...and to fear... I will fear no more...so I am left with hate...good-bye.." Shadowfang managed to slip out of the brute's grasp and shifted off into the shadows, continuing his flight.
His parents only watched him go, disappointment reflected in their worried eyes.
Shadowfang cared naught for their emotions, he cared only for his own. He ran on, vowing that he would never be knocked down so easily ever again. He would outrun those buffoons, he would become stronger than they could even dream of.
He had a fixated malevolent smile on his face as he continued his run into the woods and beyond...
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Vash ~Shadowfang~
Gender:
Male
Age:
Four years old.
Alliance:
Rouge
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
No Blood
Appearance:
He has a sleek body despite his long bushy fur. He is built for speed, agility, and acrobatics. He is mediocre in strength, but he makes up for it with his talent in reading opponents and responding accordingly. His ears stand up straight upon his head, he has no illusions as to who he is. He is not some dog, with floppy ears...a ridiculous nose... He values his body, the elegant stature of a wolf.
His features are streamlined, they seemed almost as if someone had chosen him specifically above all others and had perfected his body in every way... Or at least the ways that mattered to 'Shadowfang'. He cares not for others' opinions on his body, and will only receive compliments from others. He will not thank anyone who comments on how well he looks.
His tail is long as it is thick. His perfectly proportioned tail gives him the advantage of balance in battle. Among other things...
He is built to run, to sneak, and to stand his ground. His reflexes are quick and give him an edge.
His appearance is just as mysterious as he is. He is black, like the shadows he sticks to and holds so dear to his heart. He can often be lost amoungst the black of night, disappearing from sight without a trace.
His eyes however...are ruby and they stand out in the dark, no matter how much he tries to hide them. The glow can be seen clearly as he hides in the shadows. It is an ominous glare, and not many have dared face him...at least not when he was feeling...'hostile'...
He is still hard to spot despite this, and will often resort to hiding to avoid fights and even to hunt. He does not get along well with other wolves... He might one day...but that would take something special...
Personality:
The mental state of Vash is hard to decipher. His mindset closely relates to an intelligent, witty creature. But there are other parts to him as well. He knows about what he calls the 'hidden secrets behind life'. He believes he can see the ugly things that 'beautiful life' tries to cover with sweet things. A prime example of this is his ability to detect if someone is lying. He sees what is behind the words of another, not just what they are saying. He holds no other mind other than his own to be trustworthy, and sometimes not even his own. If he ever had a mate, he might change...but it is still in question. He manipulates...he decieves...he finds ways around things. He knows what to do in nearly every situation, which helps him out well in battle. This is also why he has self-proclaimed himself as 'Shadowfang'.
Roguish. Not to be confused with skittish. He doesn't like being around people, but he isn't shy. He has no quarrels with attacking someone for no reason other then just him feeling like ripping into the other wolf.
He has a devious personality and will try to either make things work in his favor or in no-ones'... He does not concede easy and will not go down without a fight. He enjoys the blood and pain of others and relishes fights.
But rumor has it that there is something behind his cruelty. A kind caring side...It is hard to believe, but it is a hope. There are some that say if there was ever a wolf that could get at his heart, that he would collapse as a great crumbling wall. He wouldn't be able to stand against such an....attack...such a kind gesture. It could also be for opposite intentions of course, but Shadowfang would expect that..he would see it behind the other's actions.
For now...until someone is able to break into that ironclad defense, he remains resolute.
History:
What is a pack? Shadowfang never had a pack. He never cared for others, not even his own parents, the nuisances that they were... He had left when he was only a few months old, tired of following his non-understanding parents' oppressive rules.
He ran off into the wilderness and began his mock trial to get his body into a form and shape that he admired. Many long days were spent doing heinous exercises such as running back and forth as fast as he could for longer then his body would let him. He strained his muscles and tendons with his vigorous exercises until he went well beyond his limits. He went at it again again, stopping only to hunt and to take brief hour naps. He finished his training nearly 3 and a half years later, upon which he was so tuned to the constant wear on his body that he didn't need to rest.
He still does rest, but it is by his choice, he needs not sleep because he is tired. Night or day does not matter to him. He prefers the night, it has held more comfort for him than the burning sun.
He is ready to take on whatever the world throws at him and he will face it with a smile...and blood-lust.
Auditioning Post:
"Come on Vash...be reasonable...What am I asking you? You just have to come with us to see..."
Vash snarled at his mother, clearly displeased with her decision. Cutting her off, he finished her sentence, "I don't want too see the other imbeciles...Isn't it enough that I have to deal with you two?"
"That will be enough! You will do what you are told!" growled his father, a conceited bastard if Shadowfang had ever seen one...
Yes...he had already begun to name himself what he was known for, sneaking around like an assassin. He cared not for the musings of his 'father', the very thought of the brute brought a bitter taste to his mouth.
Shadowfang laughed, "You have no control over me...Get away from me you old decrepit fiend, I don't need your pity words..." He grinned maliciously at his father.
His mother attempted an intervention... "Vash..please, you're just a pup, there's no reason for..."
"THERE'S EVERY REASON FOR MY WITHDRAWAL FROM THIS HELL!" Shadowfang cut her off. "Why would I further incline myself to endure this abuse you've put me through?!" he demanded.
"We've put you through no such trials!" his mother cried out.
"Lies! You lie through your smiling maw! I will have nothing to do with this family any more!" He turned from his hated parents and fled, running as fast as he could away from there.
His father managed to catch up to him and knock him to the ground however, pinning him there. "You will go nowhere! Have you no care for this family?! We raised you better than that!"
"You raised me to hate...and to fear... I will fear no more...so I am left with hate...good-bye.." Shadowfang managed to slip out of the brute's grasp and shifted off into the shadows, continuing his flight.
His parents only watched him go, disappointment reflected in their worried eyes.
Shadowfang cared naught for their emotions, he cared only for his own. He ran on, vowing that he would never be knocked down so easily ever again. He would outrun those buffoons, he would become stronger than they could even dream of.
He had a fixated malevolent smile on his face as he continued his run into the woods and beyond...
Picture: i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk109/yuri12344/blackwofl-1.jpg
